And She Wept

And she wept for her children
Lost and long gone
Fallen forgotten
Never at home

And she wept for their passing
With tears of wet dew
Soft gentle showers
Beat down on you

And she wept for the born
And the unborn too
Not given the chance
To see her world view

And she wept for the coming
Of anger and hate
As each turned on another
Sealing their fate

And she wept for the loss
Of songs of pure joy
As one by one they fell
On deaf ears door

And she wept for the struggles
Coming all to soon
In the dark cloudy morning
And under the moon

And she wept for what was
And what could have been
And she wept for the loss
Of each living man

And she wept for the tragedy
For the ignorance the hate
She wept and she wept
Flooding the gates

And she wept for the peoples
And all that they lost
And she wept and she wept
Washing away all costs

And she wept for the longing
She saw in their eyes
And she wept and she wept
Cleaning the skies

And she wept for the dawning
She saw on their faces
And she wept and she wept
Washing lost places

And she wept for the hope
And the Joys long known and gone
And she wept and she wept
Longing for home

And she wept for the rebirth
As new life crept forth
And she wept and she wept
Finding her voice

And she wept for the coming
Of life on the land
And she wept and she wept
Then she lifted her hand

And she wept for the newness
The brightness she beheld
And she wept and she wept
With earth seeking to meld

And she wept for the joy
Tears of grief long gone
And she wept tears of joy
A new face she brought home

And she wept for the hopes
She saw in her hands
Face young and trusting
With love for her lands

And she wept once more
And found peace in her lands
Tears of sorrow forgotten
With the birth of a new man

Author's Note

The She in this poem refers to the earth herself. The poem was inspired by all the flooding that is going on in the States at this time.

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

I don't know if you ever read JRR Tolkien, but in his "Silamrillion", he recounts, at the beginning, the gods and goodesses of the land. Most of them are based on Greek, Norse, and Celtic myths. There is one that I do not remember reading anywhere. It is the goddess who weeps eternally for all beautiful things lost. I think of her from time to time- I don't know if she is an archetype or a figment of Tolkien's imagination- but I find comfort in the fact that there might be someone taking stock of all the beautiful things that are loat with time and progress: species, works of art, courageous deeds- that go unrecognized during one's lifetime. I like to think there is a hall of remembrance, like Borges vision of the Aleph, where all the beautiful things that ever existed, still can be viewed, and are never forgotten.

[Tate Morgan]

I think it is very nice100

[Morning Star]

When rain falls from father sky it makes Mother Earth feels the love
for everything will turn green only sometimes the tears from father sky
Can also overwhelming and cause flooding for many
Excellent Write
Have a great weekend XXX..Yolie

[knowman]

Most of my love poems are to Christ, even if they sound like there to a girl. I like this write very much.+

[Wondering Mind]

She, Mother Earth, is weeping a lot lately, and not without cause as you have penned so well here.

[Gomer LePoet]

Hey this was quite intriguing. It somewhat reminded me of "for the want of a nail".
done very well. Thanks for sharing.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Excellent read, at the end was like a rebirth for her too!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Bang a drum for the sinner
bang a drum for the sin
bang a drum for the losers
and those that win...

that song by Bon Jovi entered my head reading your poem... there is so much in this world to be sad about so the tears are never in vain. A beautifully melancholy poem.

[shoaib]

wow, reading this poem was like a beautiful cry ... thanks for sharing this piece of your heart
great work and excellent poem